As they walked side by side to the coffee shop, the only thing that Blaine could focus on was keep himself from sliding his hand into Kurt's.  It felt like the right thing to do; he had missed Kurt’s presence in his life so much that now he wanted him as close as possible. If he could only repress the slightly different way Kurt walked or the anxious way he held his hands, Blaine would have believed that everything had gone back to normal.

"Blaine... " Kurt said after a few minutes of silence, as if trying to learn a new word. The detachment in his voice caused a lump to form in Blaine's throat. "I don’t know where to start. How long have we known each other? “

"We met each other at the start of junior year. You were walking down Dalton's staircase-"
Blaine lived that moment again so vividly that he almost missed Kurt’s interruption.

"Dalton?"

He nodded and smiled at him. "It's the name of the high school I went to. You went to Dalton for a little while as well." Blaine said in after thought and then regretted it. He was scared to overwhelm him.

"I left McKinley High?" Kurt turned to Blaine, who now tried to figure out how he should continue with the story without hurting him too much. Luckily for him at that moment they stepped into the coffee shop and headed to the counter.

"A medium drip please, and for you, Kurt?" Blaine stopped himself from ordering for Kurt as well.
"Oh, no. I don't drink coffee." Kurt looked at the menu again.
"Right! I forgot that the coffee addiction started later on." Blaine laughed to himself.
Kurt looked at him, confused. "Well, what do I usually order?"
"A grand nonfat mocha" Blaine said to the waitress. They headed to a table at the back with their cups of coffee.  Kurt stared at his cup for a while with an uncomfortable look on his face. It hurt Blaine to see him that way. "So, yeah, you did leave McKinley but it was months after we met so let me start with that." Kurt nodded as if giving him promotion to continue. He told him about the first time they met, the first song he sang to him (though he only understood it months later), the texts and the place they met for coffee.

 
Kurt stopped him after half an hour. "It's so weird. It's like you're telling me about a whole different person. I don’t remember any of this, and parts of it don’t even sound like me."
"Yeah, it must be strange for you...” Blaine lowered his eyes to the coffee cup. As he was trying to remember all the details from the first few months of their friendship, he had no time to dwell on the situation they were facing. Kurt's words brought him back to reality, and it hit him hard.

"I'm so sorry..." Kurt shook his head.

"You shouldn’t be. It's not your fault." Blaine reached for his hand on the table.

Kurt took his hand from Blaine's grip and settled it on his lap "I've never been anyone's boyfriend before." He reminded him.

Blaine took his hand back, his eyes set back on the cup. "Kurt, I'm not expecting anything from you." He met Kurt’s gaze once more.

Kurt looked back at him. He was searching for something familiar; he hadn’t got the chance before to really look at Blaine. Now he realized he was looking into hazel brown eyes on the most exquisite face he has ever seen in his life. Blaine was beautiful and the intensity in which he was looking at Kurt brought butterflies to his stomach.

But he couldn’t remember ever seeing him before. He didn’t know the person sitting in front of him and it scared him to know that Blaine was on a whole other level when it came to where their relationship stood.

"Are you coming home with me?" Blaine asked, unsuccessfully trying to hide the hope in his voice.

"The doctor said it would be the best chance I have to get my memory back. Is it OK with you?" Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, worried that Blaine might not be up to dealing with him.

"Of course. I will do anything to help you..." Blaine smiled encouragingly at him. The uncomfortable silence was stretched between them again and Blaine thought he might need to get used to that. "I'm so happy you're coming back home" He added after a while.

Kurt smiled halfheartedly at him "Yeah".

The drive home reminded Blaine of the first time they arrived in New York, only with their roles reversed. When they arrived in the summer before college, Kurt was the one who showed Blaine all the beautiful places in town since he'd been there the year before.

Blaine asked the driver to take a longer route so they’d drive past an avenue that he knew Kurt loved. He took his phone out for the first time that day and started to read his messages. They were both from Carole.

'Hey Blainey. You haven’t been in your apartment for a while so I went to buy you groceries and clean up a bit.' Blaine was touched by gesture. Carole always made him feel like part of the family. He didn’t get the chance to read the other message as the driver stopped the car in front of the house. Blaine stepped out easily, feeling better from seeing the familiar neighborhood. Kurt hesitated, examining the environment, so Blaine shoved his head back into the car and smiled at him.

"Come on! The view from outside is much better."

Blaine opened the front door to find a crowd of people in their tiny home. Kurt stepped in after him, surprised to find so many people in the house, but even more surprised from the fact that he recognized most of the faces.

The first one to approach him was Finn. "Kurt! I'm so glad to see you're OK." He pulled him in for a warm hug. "I was worried sick. I came to see you in the hospital-"

"It's fine Finny, let him go..." Carole petted Finn's back from behind, encouraging him to let Kurt out from his hug that got tighter as he spoke. Kurt was thankful for that not only because he needed to breathe again but also because he felt his face flashing red and hoped no one noticed.

The rest of the guest list included Mercedes, Rachel, Santana and two others who he apparently knew from Dalton.  After all the hugs, cries (mostly from Rachel) and acquaintances, Kurt felt overwhelmed and exhausted. He searched for Blaine in the crowd of too many people, which was hard in such a small space.

"Where is my room?" Kurt asked hurriedly.

"Here," He started heading towards the other room.

Kurt entered to find a queen sized bed and the room’s decor was designed much to his taste. He could see himself choosing the same color palate and furniture.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Blaine sat on the bed side.

"Blaine, Kurt, we're about to have dinner. Come here," Carole called for them.

"Let’s…" Blaine started, but Kurt shook his head.

"Tell them I'm sorry. I can't deal with any of this right now." Kurt headed to the mirror. "I just need some time alone, please."  He looked at Blaine with annoyance but regretted it a second later.

Blaine was about to argue against it, but realized it was probably the right decision. "Sure love. Tell me if you need anything." Blaine smiled at him, realizing the instinctive use of Kurt’s nickname too late.

Kurt was looking like he was about to say something but no words came from his mouth.
Blaine nodded and closed the door behind him.